Miss Higgins was startled when she heard the special pronoun "she", and the panic on her face became more and more obvious. Then she heard what Shad said next, gritted her teeth, stood up, told Mrs. Miles not to look back, and came to Shad by the window.
In her eyes, the window was full of black fog, so she couldn't see the scenery of the huge camp that looked like an ant empire. Xia De took a deep breath to adjust his mentality, and then asked outside the window:
"Can you please show up now and meet us? I already know of your existence, and I also know that you are waiting to witness the final story."
After he finished speaking, he waited for a few seconds. Seeing no response from the outside, under the curious gaze of Miss Higgins, Shade could only change his statement:
"Great God of Wealth and Trade - Lord of Gold, please allow me to call you presumptuously. Please come here to trade. May your holy name always be in the endless flow of wealth, and may your shadow always be on the most sacred gold."
As the words fell, in Miss Higgins's eyes, the black fog that had originally shrouded the camp slowly swirled in the absence of wind, and the black fog gradually dissipated until she could also see the scene of the camp under the tower in the dark.
She really felt that she would never forget what happened next.
Those shadows that seemed to be fixed in place by space all started to move at this moment. The dense shadows silently left the stalls or facilities that they were supposed to look after, and in the thin darkness, they followed the dense paths between the stalls, like a river formed by water drops returning to the sea, and gathered towards the clock tower.
The whole process was very short because the shadows moved very quickly. When enough shadows gathered under the tower, the overlapping shadows slowly rose into the air as if they were being lifted up by the shadows that continued to rush over. However, there were countless gushing black smokes under the shadows that seemed to rise alone.
The highest black shadow finally came to the window of the clock tower and stopped at the same level as Shade and Miss Higgins. The black shadows that continued to rise in the air all overlapped with the body of the highest black shadow, and below it, there was a constant stream of black shadows because there were so many of them, forming a torrent.
Miss Higgins subconsciously took a small step back, and then unexpectedly discovered that there seemed to be a golden scar on Shad's shoulder and clothes.
The gathered black shadows were still surging out of the tower, like a black tide rushing in from all directions, and finally being sucked into the air.
This scene was silent, and Shade just frowned and stared at the shadow at the highest point, watching her become more and more solid, as if the shadows piled up into a spire, or the dark shadow trees continued to grow. Miss Higgins' eyes were forced to move away from the front and hide behind Shade to avoid getting hurt, and Shade felt that he seemed to understand something from the scene in front of him.
"From many, one..."
But before he could figure it out, it seemed that at a certain moment, there was no coherent process at all, and it seemed as if a small period of time was cut off. When there were only empty stalls left in the camp, all the black shadows, even the one in the corner of the tower, gathered at the same position outside the tower. The black fog descended again, but soon dissipated like clouds.
The person standing outside the window at this time was no longer the dark figure.
The golden robe was embellished with various gems, but it didn't look out of place at all. He had a silver ring on each hand, and his golden hair symbolized the endless flow of wealth. His dark golden eyes were impossible for mortals to look at, and the light around him was a manifestation of his status and power. The God of Wealth and Trade - the Lord of Gold, in the form of a sturdy middle-aged man, finally appeared in front of Shade.
The long-held suspicion was confirmed. This god had been here from the beginning. There was no shadow in this camp. To outsiders, all the "people" in the camp were just one person. Any deal they made was also a deal with the god in front of them.
"god."
Golden cracks had spread all over Shad's body without him noticing. He bowed respectfully to the god outside the window. After raising his head, he did not continue to look outside, but turned to look behind him. The god had already come to the bell tower, standing by the campfire and looking at the drowsy Mrs. Miles.
When a god appears, even if he has no intention of doing anything, the power he carries is enough to affect the basic rules of an entire area. Even Shade cannot stare at such a powerful god for long, and Miss Higgins is even more frightened.
Of course, if she had not adapted to the strange power that already existed in the Black Mist Camp, she would have fainted by now.
She hid behind Shade:
"This, this is..."
"It's okay, I'll take care of it. This god should have been waiting for us here a long time ago. No, he should have been waiting for you."
After another round of greetings, Shad and Miss Higgins returned to the fire.
The god of wealth and trade also looked at Shad at this time, and Shad only noticed at this moment that on the front of the golden robe the god was wearing, there was a pattern of a golden balance sewn with gold thread.
"Invited guests, you know I'm waiting for them?"
The golden light around the god did not completely illuminate the place, but only remained around her. The god did not speak, but her voice automatically appeared in everyone's ears. Shade looked into those eyes that seemed to contain the whole world in their calmness:
"Yes, otherwise it would be impossible to explain what happened here. You have been here from the beginning, and you have arranged for the devil to lead them. Isn't this the deal you are waiting for?"
He whispered his guess:
"The soul of the long-dead Mr. Richard Knight Jackman cannot be called back by the conch, and can only stay for a short time when it is called back by the three memories. I guess this is because of you?"
God praised Shad's wisdom:
"Your eyes are sharper than anyone else's. People who discover wealth and opportunities always have such qualities. Since you have discovered the truth here, you deserve a gift after all this is over."
Xia De thanked softly:
"So, the soul of Mr. Richard Knight Jackman..."
The god looked kindly at the old woman who was staring blankly at the bonfire in front of her:
"For humans, that happened a long time ago. A young man was dying on the battlefield. Due to some coincidences and accidents, he met me before he died. He had his own story and his own wishes, so I gave him the opportunity to make a deal."
Miss Higgins listened tremblingly, she had some idea in her mind but didn't dare to say it out loud. Fortunately, Shade helped her to speak:
"He wants to fulfill his promise and return to his hometown to see his lover?"
"Yes, but he didn't have enough leverage in the deal."
Although he was talking to Shad, the god was still staring at the old man:
"Although this is a simple matter, he cannot get what he wants if he does not pay enough. Fairness is the principle of transaction and no one can violate it."
Xia De did not comment on this. The gods' view of the world was different from that of mortals. The god in front of him just insisted on fairness, which was much better than that blood-sucking god:
"Isn't his soul worth enough?"
"What he longed to achieve was not only to return to his hometown, but he also wanted to be with the girl he loved forever. Therefore, if his soul was traded, he would never be able to achieve his wish. I felt sorry for his situation, told him this, and gave him advice."
Miss Higgins behind Shade understood again, so she hid herself better. Shade frowned slightly and thought of the answer:
"You suggested that he give you a good story?"
God smiled and said:
“Yes, since he didn’t have the right bargaining chips, I told him how to get them.
The story of Richard Jackman and Sarah Myers was just beginning at that time. Time is the most delicate artist. Even the most ordinary stone can be carved into a priceless work of art in the hands of time. I told him that I could fulfill his wish, but it would take many, many years until the girl who was waiting for him also reached the end of her life. Moreover, just the story was still not enough. "
"What else did you ask for?"
"The war between mortals that year eventually attracted the witches to take action. A young girl violated the rules and summoned the devil's fire. Naturally, she has been punished. As for the knight's soul, I want him to use himself to seal the exit of the flame, and wait for Sarah Miles to die in the burning of the flame."
From this perspective, the gods' appearance around the battlefield was not just a coincidence. And the "summoning of demonic flames" mentioned by the gods was definitely not as simple as Dr. Schneider spitting out fire.
"That doesn't mean..."
Miss Higgins could not help wanting to speak, but she said only a few words and dared not say more.
Xia De finished her words for her:
"The longer Mrs. Miles lives, the longer Mr. Richard Jackman's soul will suffer?"
As these cruel words were spoken, the old man looking at the bonfire began to tremble all over.
God asked Xiang Xiade:
"Isn't this better? The soul told me that he would rather meet his lover later, and he would rather his lover live longer in this world instead of him."
The young witch behind Shade sighed softly but didn't dare to say what she was thinking, and Shade had nothing to say about it.
However, Shade still had many questions in his mind. For example, did the gods tell the young knight what kind of life his lover would live? Did the gods say that Mrs. Miles would wait for him forever and spend her long life in this way